Allow me to walk my lips up to the top of

your hills. Slowly and gently. Taking the time of the

rest of my life to reach them. At the same time I taste your

sweet salty skin. Inch by inch. Arm by arm.

Leg by leg. One at a time. Bite softly your earlobes…

The base of your neck. Behind your neck.

Each and every one of the hairs of your head.

Your spine. Each and every one of your forty vertebrae.

The Sahara of your back. Taste the wetness of the tip of

your tongue…as the Serpent of Paradise piercing my brain

for the first time. Oh, sweet love. Don’t know if I will reach

all I am aiming for. But I’ll be happy to bet my breathing and

and every beating of my heart.

Sweet love.

EO